Junk Horses

by Junk Horses

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Produced by Brooke Penrose
Recorded and mixed at Captain B Studios, January 2013
All songs written by Junk Horses

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released 29 June 2013
Kate Alexander - vox, guitar
Stephanie Bell - double bass
Giles Warren - vox, guitar
Dave Richardson - vox
Nathan Power - drums
Brooke Penrose - vox



Artwork by Harry Metcalf

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Track Name: Shooting Star
Don't seem to matter who you are
Good times go like a shooting star
No camera lens, formaldehyde jar
Good times go like a shooting star

It don't pay to think back on the past
The fleeting blaze of shooting stars
I lay down but I do not sleep at all
White ghosts of stars upon my black, black wall

O come back to me, shooting stars
O come back to me, shooting stars

Low-down, low-down, with the dirt
Low-down, low-down, with the dirt
Don't mean to suggest it ain't what I earned
Still don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it hurt

Don't seem to matter who you are
Good times go like a shooting star
No camera lens, formaldehyde jar
Good times go like a shooting star
Track Name: Go to the Country
Course, I still ain't found
One soul in this world, dear
Can compare to your memory
But if you're ever in town
Won't you let me know, dear ?
And so I will go to the country
So I will go to the country

Sure, I thought long ago
That your heart was golden
And I weren't worth a single vein
Don't that go to show
All thoughts ever know
I don't suppose I'll do that again
I don't suppose I'll do that again

Hey, if you're ever in town
Won't you let me know, dear ?
And so I will go to the country
Track Name: I Phone, No Answer
She's a Mediterranean goddess
More satin than flesh
Her father's a banker, huh,
Her father's a banker
I drive the hearses for my parents' company
Chat to the corpses 'bout the weather
Whole way to the cemetery

I phone, she don't answer
I phone, she don't answer

I seen her house, it's a whole fuckin neighbourhood
Built by some local cattle farmer-done-good
I seen her land, lord I understand
Some soils far too rich for a hearse-driving man

I phone, she don't answer
I phone, she don't answer

She could do anything that she likes to me
I don't even care about her plastic surgery
As if any human comes out like that naturally
My dandruff floats on the black upholstery

I phone, she don't answer
I phone, she don't answer

Now every single night I find I am in the same dream
A tunnel 'neath a river, a routine delivery
Trusses buckle, water stains spread
Screeching iron, I look to my left
She's there, but then she's gone
As the water comes at me

I know it's for the best
But that does not make it easy,
There's only one way in this world
That she will ever ride with me

I phone, she don't answer
I phone, she don't answer

Hey, she's a goddamn goddess
More satin than flesh
Her father's a banker
I phone, there's no answer
Her father's a banker
I phone, there's no answer
How bloody my hands are
I phone, there's no answer

My heart is broke, it was an inside job
My heart is broke, it was an inside job
My heart is broke, it was an inside job
My heart is broke, it was an inside job
Track Name: Letter
One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter
One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter

I will throw out the last of those gifts
I will not flinch, not even a bit
Won't still be up, pacing the floor
When the truck comes at dawn
What would I do that for ?

One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter
One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter

It makes me so damn sad
When I think of all your propaganda
And your choosing to go
Some people don't get no choice in the matter;
You chose

One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter
One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter

And once you said, If I die before you, friend
Play this tune at my funeral's end
Tomorrow someone else gonna play that song
That's a guest list
I ain't on

One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter
One day I'll wake up feeling better
Gonna write Teddy a letter
Track Name: Coming Home
Two years can be the longest time
With just one face to visualise
I recall your mouth on mine
And that's the only thing that gets me by

Well now I'm coming home

Ah where your body ends and mine begins,
That's an unknowable thing
Your skin so paper thin I feel
Every little wishbone within

Hey now I'm coming home

Baby, your heart would turn off-white
If you heard halfa what I done with you in mind
I will, I'll find you, you will be mine
I'll study the laws of your love

I'm coming home

Two years, your forearms, your handwritin baby
It all turns me on
Two years and just the thought of you can make me
Can make me...

Comin home

Ah come on, ya must feel me thinkin of you
I been thinkin that damn hard
O come on you must feel me thinkin of you
I been thinkin that damn hard
I'll make your ribs burst right through
You'll be breathin that damn hard
I'll make your ribs burst right through
You'll be breathin that damn...

Well I say lock the doors, babe
I'm coming home
Coming home from jail
Lock the doors, babe
There's nowhere you can hide
In all of WA